When, during the recent eight-year unpleasantness, Don Rumsfeld said we didn’t need the support of “Old Europe” in our Middle Eastern adventures, this is what popped into my head. How perfect is satire when it anticipates it subject by three decades?

Finally, there’s

Boom goes London! Boom Paree!
More room for you and more room for me.

the poetry of which is too easily lost in the humor. Look at what he’s doing here. By using the rhyming words boom and room twice as the emphasis in each line, he ties the lines together in a way that the simple end rhyme of Paree/me couldn’t do on its own. This isn’t the half-line rhyme that Lennon and McCartney used so often, it’s something else—something my impoverished literary criticism vocabulary doesn’t have a word for. But it is wonderful.